I finished my third Mysore Practice this morning. My BF woke me up; I had turned down the volume of my alarm and it didn't wake me up, but luckily, my BF did and he wondered why the neighbours were playing music in the middle of the night when he realized it was my alarm. During the couple of first standing postures I started thinking about tomorrow.
'I think I have to stay at home tomorrow. I think it's better to take rest.'
'Yes, you do that! In that case, you can watch a movie this evening and sleep till 7.30.'
We ohmed and chanted the opening prayer. I almost cried.
'This feels so good. This is the best. Better not skip tomorrow.'
'But maybe I am tired, after all tomorrow will be my third morning practice in a row.'
'Who cares if I am tired. Just take it slow.'
All that noise in my head. I was definately not present, not one bit in the moment.
Nick helped me again in Marichyasana D. I said that my right side is my trouble side. He remembered and he twisted my upperbody all the way around and asked if I felt happy. I smiled and laughed a bit. Before adjusting he said I have to say Stop if it hurts, he doesn't want me to suffer in silence. I copied roger that. We took both sides and he said: 'This will soon be easy for you. But it won't if you only come once a week.'